The Pros and Cons of Breathing

Bury me standing under your window with this cinder block in hand

Yeah, 'cause no one will ever feel like this again

And if I could move, I'm sure it would only be to crawl

Back to you, I must have dragged my guts a block

And they were gone by the time we

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself

You know that I could crush you with my voice

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself

You know that I could crush you with my voice

Stood on my roof and tried to see you

Forgetting about me

Hide the details, I don't want to know a thing

I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret

My pen is the barrel of the gun

Remind me which side you should be on

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself

You know that I could crush you with my voice

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself

You know that I could crush you with my voice

Stood on my roof and tried to see you

Forgetting about me

Hide the details, I don't want to know a thing

Wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel

Wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my

One, two, three, four

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself

You know that I could crush you with my voice

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself

You know that I could crush you with my voice